Second-floor living room.
Old Wang comfortably squinted his eyes on the sofa.
Naiko's smooth, delicate hands skillfully massaged his body continuously.
Under her dexterous and exquisite movements,
Old Wang couldn't help but let out moans of enjoyment,
"Oh~ Yeah~ Mmm..."
Naiko knelt obediently on the floor with a subservient face,
giving this Old Wang a classic Japanese massage.
"How is it, my technique, are you satisfied, old sir?"
Old sir?
Oh~ great crab!
Those three words almost elevated Old Wang's soul.
Having been a pervert for so many years, when had he ever been called "old sir"?
"Cough, not bad."
Old Wang held himself with the air of an 'old sir.'
"Hehe, Mr. Wang, you seem like a man who knows how to enjoy life. Do you think Naiko needs to adjust her strength?"
"Mmm, a bit more strength would be good."
"Wow, you can still take it? Mr. Wang, your body is surprisingly robust; you must have maintained yourself well."
